Incercadimestessa.

I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and walking home alone. It gives me time to think and set my mind free. I like eating alone and listening to music alone. But when i see a mother with her child, a girl with her lover, or a friend laughing with their bestfriend, I realize that even though i like being alone, i don’t fancy being lonely. The sky is beautiful, but the people are sad. I just need someone who wont run away.

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click–you’re comfortable with them, like you’ve known them your whole life and you don’t have to pretend to be anyone or anything.

…so che passo ventitré ore al giorno a riprendermi da quell'ora in cui a volte affondo.

الحزن يا صديقي هو أن لا تجد أحداً لتخبره بحزنك

The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.

My desires in a relationship have changed over time. I no longer want someone who promises to always love me and never leave me, I need someone who understands that life happens and sometimes things don’t work out. I don’t want someone who sugar coats things and never gets angry with me, I need someone to tell me how it really is and put me in my place. I need to be able to go five hours without talking to you and not feel lost or incomplete. I am complete without you. But with you, I want to be so much better. I want to be stronger with you. I want us to grow together and help each other grow individually. I don’t need you, but I really fucking want you. And this may not work out, but the fact that you understand all of this and this how our relationship works, makes me think we’ve got a pretty good shot.

Quando inizi a fregartene la vita va per il verso giusto.

Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Stop trying to leave, and you will arrive.